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Yarelis Aug 2014
I love your eyes
and the way you look
into mine

I love your voice
and the words you use
to make me smile

I love your skin
specially when it's
against mine

I love your lips
and your kisses
every time

I love when you say
that you love me
more than I

I love the feeling
of your fingertips
through my spine

I love that with you
I can be myself
even though I'm shy

With you everything feels
like if I had met you
in another life

I love that you're tough
some might say the strongest
yet I've seen you cry

I love it when you say
that I'm yours
and that I can call you mine

I love that your name
is always
invading my mind

I love when you
call me beautiful
even though I think you lie

I love your hands
and our fingers
interwined

I love that
when I'm with you
everything seems to be fine

I love you
and I will
for the rest of time
8/31/2014
rolanda Jan 2014
there was a lonely poet
who bled his sonets to the imaginary Muse
he had never met
and gave it read to the  outcast
he met hanging on the streets and some bars..
once he met there a goddess-like looking femme
wholy destitute, he imediatly felt in love
love to the marvelous *******
it was love from first glance

yes, she was a harlot
who is usually  short on time
he somehow managed
to afford her time
in motel
with blind windows
he came
and said her he want just
drink with her wine
on what, she wanted to throw him away
but he trembled by every nerv
and she said ok,
I will meet you after work
we will drink tea
she denied the hand reaching her money
and in two hours they met again

the man shined radiant
like he catched blue bird
she was tired she asked him
what do you want?
He tell, I want paint you in words
Not for you give me a kiss
Nor for you answer on my instant love
I love you just because I dont know you yet...
she laughed...
well, ok..
you wish to know me
out to touch me?
say, why are you so afraid?
He tald,   Oh, no, I afraid nothing,
since i have nothing to loose..
but in this life I feel the immerse grief..
my mother will never love me
in the way I need
said he, and tear shed on his cheek..
the mistress looked full of intimidation on him..
she seems never sow the man tears..
and he cried suddenly so bitter that she
fehlt eerie,
this big child touched the long forgotten string of her
heart and she also began to cry..
so they cried together  quite long time
poet took her hand
and they tenderly interwined the fingers..
she said, I didnt cried for eternity,
I thought all my feelings are dead.
My mother never loved me too
but because of this i never cried or fehlt any regret...
you are so vulnerable, my stranger..
you awaking me feel something beside
my only fact, that  I am luxurious toy for the spity men
let me show you my very ****..
you will perhaps recognise that I cant be your girl...
I didnt deserve this tender tears
I am Alaska, I am numb, cold, yet I am ok with that.

No, please, dont speak bad of yourself,
I will write for you funny poems
about wolfs, sheeps, dogs and cats..
your heart will slowly melt and mend,
you will again feel and may be one day
you will let you be my lovely concubine...
I joke, he added..

but howeverwhy.. god works on mysterious ways..

since that day poet find his true muse
and she, with her wanton delight, find a waiter for her sleeping heart
this is of cause just a fairytale, but somewhere near or far away
somewhere may be it happened in real life.
Tashea Young Feb 2017
When I see into your eyes I see our futures that lies
As if I was looking into the mystery of a crystal ball
answering attentively to loves call.
And it was there That i find
You are one of kind,
A materpiece crafted into a divine design
I can tell by the way Your eyes locked into mine
Although we didnt touch we had become like a braid as both our souls interwined
you send chills quickening up my spine
Its like my body, soul, and mind can sense you are the essences of Greatness defined.
As I examine your mind
It was like was like watching the sunrise
As your lips sing me lullibies
And I become mesmerized
As you give me butterflies
Then My palms fit perfectly in your palms
As My soul sings to your soul a scriptured praise from psalms.
My heart unfolds
And my truth gets told
My femininity surrender to your masculinity.
As I dive into deepest depths of your ocean's bottomless sea
Swimming in it endlessly

I become Intoxicated by your Testoserone
While you get high off of my sweet smelling Pheromones.
Your vibes make me Fantasize
About the sensual exercise you could do while sipping from the rivers that flow from in between my thighs
And from the womb of My belly I let out a beautiful cry
As I am being Submerge in your love as if im being Baptized
Then he Lifts me high like A diamond in the skies.
I take a deep breath in and SIGH
Because no man is better than my Handsome guy as I get high of his Chocolate supply.
Oh me oh my!

Its the beauty of black love between the Black Man And Woman
Its the shimmering shades of Melanin to Melanin
The contact of Skin to skin
Caressing each others souls from within.

A Queen needs her Royal King
Just like the violin needs its strings for without it its just a wooden box that doesnt mean a thing.
A God for the Goddess
Thats Honest and modest
And a Venus for Mars
And A consolation for the Most Majestic Shooting stars.
Thier powerful engery turns into a love song traveling distances so far.
Norman Crane Feb 2021
Five red haired maidens / resting symmetry
Draped in bluest sky / arranged peacefully
Interwined pink flowers / chaining togetherly
One composition / from Antiquity
Arms wilt with leisure / classically painted
Their wild thoughts blooming / a pale recreation
Seated in judgment / of time untainted
By modernity / By degradation
in eternal youth / in a single row
They sit and they watch / seasons come and go
Tashea Young Dec 2016
When i look into your eyes I see the infinite galaxy.
Its an Out of this world level of intimacy.
Its a Place where you, I and The most High live unity.
Its a place of stillness fill with serenity.
Where The Our Dreams Become interwined with reality.
Where Metaphysical Fantasy becomes A living valley.

In this place You make my brain stimulate
As the the words formulate
our brain cells become awake
and our thoughts began to penetrate
As We serve one another an essential  
subtance and Truth on a plate.
Raising Our engery as it Elevates.
Indulging in Our frequency as it Vibrates.
Staring slowly in yours eyes While we quietly meditate
And the pain subsizes and evacuates
Drowing the voices of the hurt that are drying as they suffocate.
Feeling one anothers embodiment as we soundlessly communicate.
Your bring out the beauty of this beast Everytime we conversate.
Its a sensational authenticity
We are wires that spark fires of Electricity.
A source of Power that drives,
Exuberantly Spirited and adernalized.
What a blessing it is to be Revived and Alive.
This man is like my muse. His word like music to my ears. I am deeply moved by him can you tell?
Traci Eklund Apr 2013
Hello creator,
my mother, my father,
what have you gave me, asked this  lonesome daughter.
You provided me foundation in which to stand,
mother you taught me morals in which I do not believe,
the pain I wallowed, the grief I seeked.

Do you remember when I would wander,
these streets of this town, the things i'd ponder.
Do you remember when I layed sleepless at night,
trying to forgive and forget the fight.
I do not blame for it is all that you've known,
but the burden is so deep, you and dad look as cold as stone.

I remember when I sought for love,
it was at the bottom of a bottle,
hidden in the smoke of a cigarette,
it was interwined with regret,
and it was burning out, golden red.

Oh mother, oh father I do not blame,
I forgive, I forget,
the orgin of this pain.
For years I'd lay sleepless, for years i'd wander inside this horror,
I know you never knew you hurt me,
but the pain you bleed seeps into my core.
Sakshi Rajput Feb 2018
When our fingers interwined
All my evilness flew away,
I felt like I was in heaven
And danced like I was just eleven.

When I turned my eyes towards you,
You looked so fine
And your flawless smile
Lightened up my heart for a while.

I drifted towards you
Like the river falls in the sea.

A glimpse of you
Made me believe
That my once and for all
Is nothing but looked like
You.
iffahnabilah Oct 2014
The fire turned into an angry fire,
even if the flames were not yet visible.
Our love got dark and indistinguishable,
beneath the volumes of smoke towering above.
Yet,
the fire did not come that day.
Only the smell of it,
and the sight of smoke.
The sky,
bright yellow.
I saw it coming.
I saw us breaking apart.
Did you?
As the sky gets even yellow,
i felt more and more threatened.
Your fingers interwined with mine,
we ran.
We ran from the savage destruction that was now almost visible.
Then you let go.
You let go to save yourself.
As the air thicken,
and flames flutter from branches,
flowers crackling,
everything we built together,
burnt into bare earth.
I remembered you promised,
for better or for worse.
This is my worse alright,
but you promised.
Where are you now?
You know what's worse?
I'd never leave you behind.
I'd grab your hand tighter,
and we'd run together.
And when serendiptous victory is ours,
we'll rebuild.
We'll plant seeds again.
But you ran.
You ran away.
But the worst part is,
I won't blame you.

(FAH)
This was inspired.
BarelyABard Jan 2013
I lit a match and watched it burn.
When the flame started to lose its strength and began to die,
I held another one up next to it.
The dying one sprang back to life and ignited them both.
Together they created a flame larger than one by itself ever could have mustered.
They stayed interwined until the flame died and their ashes flew off with the wind.
TW Rice Aug 2019
My wish would to be next to you now as you lay there sleeping. Wondering what you are dreaming. Feeling my arms around you. Watching you breath in and out. Wondering what little gestures you make in your sleep. My wish would to be there ever night to chase away any fright.
My wish would to hold you comfort you through the night. My arms around you tight. My wish to smell the aroma of your hair. Oh lord please take me there. My wish to know you to love you through every storm, trial, the goodtimes and bad. To hold you and love you and to be there when you are sad. To catch the tear before it shall fall. And let you know i love you most of all. My wish would be to be interwined where no one could define me from you. My wish would be that pillow that you hold so near it will soon be me dear. My wish would be to show you a love that will endure. For my love of you is pure. My wish for us to never be apart. I felt this from the very start. For you my beautiful angel are always in my heart.

Dedicated to Special K
TW Rice
Lori Nov 2018
Her hair was so red like a thousand fires lit above her and i could feel the warmth of the blaze leaving her body and i dont know why but i could never get enough. I could never and would never want to stop looking at her braided curly hair interwined with the colors of flowers she had planted in her thick locks, for they were more beautiful than a thousand sunsets combined. Her eyes so blue like the Crystal clear water of the sea so deep; i looked inside and i was captivated for it was a home for the most exotic colors and the most beautiful tides. I could see the sirons living inside of her eyes and how they glimmered every time she smiled and maybe even cried.
and her face all freckled like a dotted map of some world she moved me to every time we spoke, every time she held me and every time she smiled. She had this power over me that i didnt even have on myself and i didnt know if it was good bad or even normal but dare i say for the final time She was beautiful.
lacey deere Feb 2011
I sat in comfort
At the peak of my mountain
I saw everything yet -
I took no part
Roads interwined
New buildings erupted and
Old buildings were torn down or
Refurnished
Why is there constant change?
I could see no imperfections in these creations
But it seems I must be wrong.

I was tempted at times to move from my stupor.
When I witnesses great harm or relief
But my place is among the hidden
I am a shadow in your soul
Today
was the weather for cute wefies,
double Americano shots,
fingers-interwined-Kinda-Holding-Hands ,
the 2 am untold tales.

For the pen
that was left in between the rugged emotions
dripping aimlessly. ...
for the self-timing video of the cover songs
behind the closed doors,
the piping hot ramen soup,
Today was the weather;
to just sit beside your loved one and
embrace the silence,
the comfortable silence!

-Dongaala
The pain never stops
Growing pains
Head pains
Muscle pains
The pain of seeing
your face your face your face
stop
We've forgotten him,
I tell myself
And yet still the pain lingers
Interwined with all
The other small agonies
That i forget about
In the wake of *you
brianna Dec 2015
i refuse to envisage
your hands interwined
as you gaze into one another amorously
mislaying yourself
in such alluring eyes.
she is your ensemble
your material of gaiety
while i merely scrutinize
her prosperity in envy
and persistently
waste more black ink
over
you.
hopelessmuggle Jul 2016
I'm waiting
for the day
we stare
into the night,
with our fingers
interwined.


Again.
Sum It May 2014
Desperated soul rising low in crude hours
In dance with tunes of discarded symphonies
I know its time with parasitic inception
Time which can never change again
You may think this was all meant to be
I may smile and walk the other way
But the interwined souls are never on release
None has seen the solitude that watches both
Lonely hours in parks, I spend today
The giant of giants setting its sail
Innocent breeze filling me with malaise
The benches broken and the weeds uncut
Old couples reliving their prime in solace
New sailors of the sky with splashing eyes
How everything points back to time together
Clueless how everything relates
All the curls and turns ending right at you
I may say, this was all meant to be
You may smile and walk miles away
Do onto others what they do to you
Maham S Apr 2013
...
Time passes, and never stopes
like sand disappearing from interwined hands
into masses of itself
forgotten, and never to be found again.
La Jongleuse Mar 2013
& then we are cleansed of all.

there remains no sticky mess

of interwined reasonings,

tracing the sense of everything



we feel for once & conclude

this is the best way, to see

where were we headed before?

it had no truthful meaning.



what we pushed & tugged at,

for what vanity to claim purpose,

the understanding was opaque

at best, clarity poorly skewed



where would I turn to face

myself? flourscent knowledge

makes it much too sore

for my perceptive orbs.



who taxes & pays theirself?

coming full circle too little,

too often, to seek & find

the deepest of wells leaking



would you say the key                            

has amorphous qualities?

but usually illuminations where

the warmth is underlined.



& then all we are is cleansed,

existence becomes slick,

frictions ceases to irriate,

tracing the sense of everything
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
Our world was filled with music
The way the beat would play on my heart strings
Characters of fiction were a comfort to the song
Memories interwined with my thoughts

The way the beat would play on my heart strings
Heroes of many cultures sang us many melodies
Memories interwined with my thoughts
My family joins together in one perfect harmony

Heroes of many cultures sang us many melodies
The instruments they play, the words the say
My family joins together in one perfect harmony
I want to write my own one

The instruments they play, the words the say
Characters of fiction were a comfort to the song
I want to write my own one
Our world was filled with music
My family and I are huge fans of music, my Dad is into a lot of Rock, original RnB, my Mother into a lot of Pop, my oldest brother, David would share an interest for electronic, techno, trap based music, Bryan shared a love for American Rock music in particular, Joe is into a lot of celtic, calm music and then of course, Me, I was just into a bit of everything, and admittedly when younger, a lot of Country music like my Grandfather.

Music is such a beautiful part of life, I could never have imagined a life without music. I don’t think I can even get through a day without wanting to listen to at least one song. As we’ve got older, my eldest brother moved to America, while my other older brother, Bryan is here in the UK.

Bryan has a huge interest for guitars like our father and I really do hope the best for him in pursuing a potential music career. I know deep down he can definitely do some incredible things and I love how my family was just brought up on loving music.

I used to write a lot of songs as a kid, before I got into a lot of poetry writing, I would write songs based on how I felt, concepts I found interesting and genuinely to this day have a low-key singer-wannabe.

I did perform vocally live before, sadly I never really had the confidence to pick up an instrument other than the recorder and some piano, I hope I can one day revisit music instruments though, I do love the idea of making music, I just have no idea where I would start with that.

When writing this poem, I decided to use Pantoum form, I thought it was quite intriguing to have a poem form like this where there is a lot of repetition, I personally think it adds a lot of appeal to the poem as well as creativity.

When you hear music and choruses, you often get a lot of lyrics stuck in your head and while going through life, it’s very clear to see, a lot of people have that and there is no surprise I was one of those people who would hum to a song and suddenly blurt out a chorus. Having that sense of repetition within the words, felt like I was acknowledging music choruses.
Sharina Saad May 2013
Sitting by the window, fidgeting and thinking...
At this late hour, what would you be doing?
Outside... the smell is sweet,The wind is blowing,
I couldn’t sleep a wink, my heart is beating,
There is a saying....
If you cant seem to be sleeping..
In someone’s dream you are waking...
and can you,
really can you help me now
your soul interwined with mine
and never a second letting me free..
carry my soul with you to a hidden paradise,
somewhere strange it may seems.. but happy
looking in your eyes is soaring through heaven for all eternity,
how do I know this is you my soul mates,
oh I see it is the way the birds sing harmoniously when they see your face,
it is the way the stars shine brightly as if they were the sun,
it is the way my soul longs for you so,
you are here for me,
my soul mate,
listen to my night call,
Listen, Listen,
Can you hear me calling,
Can you follow it's sound?
Aashish Jain Jan 2018
she chose to fade with time,
As he committed those crime.
And now he realized he never should’ve crossed the line.
But the line was drawn by him,
That’s why she was in a grim.
As she was making love,
He was making film.
She fought for herself for a long time.
But here the rules are only prime.
And she was left with no option, rather to fade with time.
The thing was her silence, always bawled in her mind.
Even if she knew she was one of a kind.
She thought both the souls were interwined.
She even opined,
To the mankind.
But we are all fine,
As we undermined,
To the matter which was so clear, even to the blind.
But we were satisfied by saying “THIS WAS UNKIND”
As she chose to fade with time.
Remember the time when we danced because we had to?
You chose me as your partner.
I have no right to put interpretation to it.
We had to dance for grades.

Remember during practices?
It wasn't easy for me because you weren't a good dancer.
Remember that time when you couldn't get a simple step?
I couldn't breathe that time.
You made me laugh like there is no tomorrow.

Because of that, I forgot all the pain I had just for once.
I was tired mentally and physically.
I was having a hard time.
But because of you, I forgot them all.
Especially when you interwined your hands with mine.
Bunny. We chose each other because we had no choice. But thank you for making me forget my problems. Even if we argue sometimes, I still love you. I hope feelings will be gone soon, it's too unhealthy haha.
Sk Abdul Aziz Dec 2015
You've stolen my heart
You've stolen my peace of mind
You've taken over thoughts
You've embedded your existence deep into my soul
Your love has painted its vibrant colours all over the canvas of my heart
The taste of your lips has merged with mine
And created a magical flavour
Your intoxicating fragrance has spread its roots all over my senses
Your charm has made its way to every nerve in my body
The softness of your skin has registered itself with every pore in my skin
Your sweet voice has spread itself to every nerve in my ears
Your image keeps lingering in my mind all the time
You've become a habit now
A way of life
A daily routine
My eyes only want to see you
My skin only wants to feel you
My ears only want to hear you
My lips only want to taste you
My heart only beats for you
You reside within me now
I can feel you in every inch of my body,mind and soul
Our existences have now truly interwined
....Till death do us part
Ananya Apr 2021
Is it a place or a state of mind?
An abode of the dead in afterlife,
Which keeps their souls bind,
And let their spirits strive?

Elysium is the home
Where souls memoralize,
The heroes which are known
Never let their valor die.

It’s the safe haven
Which keeps you warm and tight,
The connection which strengthens
Your will to survive.

Is it a place, or a state of mind?
Which makes you quite inclined
To want your life and joy to be interwined,
And for you, Elysium to find.
Xaela San Aug 2018
"I didn't authorize
you to come into my life"

I didn't let anybody
too close into my life
But you?
You've beat all odds

And you know what's funny?
You came without a plan
- so unprepared 
You came stumbling and stuttering
Whenever you see me;

Then one day
I realize you being interwined with me

"You came to ruin my predestined fate!
-or so I supposed

Because you keep on pushing and dragging me out my comfort zone
Little by little did you break my walls down;

And you told me as you point my window:

"That close glass window will never let you see the whole picture or let you hear those beautiful music of laughter that the world can offer!"

I was speechless most of the time
You were the who keeps on talking
Talking me out this wall I made to isolate myself from the world;

But as time pass I spend with you,
You made me come out my door and explore the real world

With your smiles and "humourless" jokes- but nonetheless it made me laugh;

"Because -
If it weren't for you
You'll never be mine
And I'll never be yours".
Arfah Afaqi Zia Dec 2015
Throughout my day all I think about is you, you and you,
Your smile,
Your touch,
Your everything,
You're perfection to me,
Don't care about the rest,
Because looks don't matter to me,
A year,
A century will soon pass,
Leaving us interwined within each others arms,
Destiny matters,
So baby, I guess you're my eternity,
And with you I will cherish and dedicate my life.
I root for us....
Ken Manuel Aug 2017
Verse 1:
Sometimes I question if I belong here… In a world that thrives on fear, deliverin a message they don’t wanna hear, the clouds of their mind won’t ever clear… Maybe it’s their direction or they’re perceptions or maybe I’m not given a good impression a misconception! All I want is their redemption! Take away all their temptations, fill it with revelations! Do it with all my patience like they are my patients! But they’re lost at the controls of all they’re stations! It’s like the world is a winter n’ I’m a snowflake, They’ll never get it & it’ll stay fake! The message they’ll always forsake! Never partake… Constant heartache! But my True Love tries to break!
Chorus:
Though this sounds quite awful,
I feel the clouds rain down like a Great Gospel!
The Lion of Love within me starts to growl,
The halo’s emerge from nowhere like a Great Gospel!
I stay vigilant in the darkness like a wise owl,
Feeling the Angels guarding me like a Great Gospel!
<repeat>
Verse 2:
A world filled with hate, that’s how it relates, though it’s great! Maybe it’s fate? Do I try? Do I cry? Do I die? Do I fly? What do I do? True to you, Thick n’ thru, Stuck like glue, out the blue, True Love came to you! Though you ignore, I must implore, try to explore, more & more! Deep within, start to begin, Deep in sin, Smile at it & you’ll win! What’s really tradgic, is actually magic! Looks like cancer, but is really the answer! You’ll find Love a soulful dancer, not just a romancer! See thru the lies you thought were truthless, Find that Love is really ruthless! However, I’ve always knew this! Hopefully you can somehow use this! With every tear, Face your fears, Search your heart for what is dear, at first it won’t be clear! Give it time, as you climb, there’s truth interwined in these rhymes! You may think I sound crazy, It’s the way my heart made me!It’s the Gift Life has gave me! If you want you can trade me! I’d even die for you baby! Even if these words don’t get across, I know I can take a loss, Cuz True Love is not a boss! As these words come to an end, I’ll always be your un-dying friend! There’s nothing you have to spend! No this is not pretend! True Love is what I was sent to send! For True Love never ends, so repeat this again & again!
Chorus:
Though this sounds quite awful,
I feel the clouds rain down like a Great Gospel!
The Lion of Love within me starts to growl,
The halo’s emerge from nowhere like a Great Gospel!
I stay vigilant in the darkness like a wise owl,
Feeling the Angels guarding me like a Great Gospel!
By: Ken Manuel aka <3 <3 <3 3ye Kvndy <3 <3 <3
Lori Nov 2018
She was barefoot in the meadow her toes interwined with the grass. She could feel them brushing her feet and it sent shivers up her whole. She sat on the green landscape staring at the Horizon. She didn't feel the best, but the soft breeze washing her face with life gave her a glimpse of hope. She lied down on the ground her thick hair scattering on the floor then she stared up at the sky and smirked "I feel as blue as the sky" she whispered to herself almost feeling happy, but it didnt last. She sat up straight and looked around. Closing her eyes she held herself. Such a beautiful world for a girl this broken.
She was too broken
Lori Nov 2018
She spent so much time talking with the trees that she interwined with its branches and turned to a gentle giant keeping eyes on goings of far below.
She interwined with nature and it became a part of her whole
deadboycreek Apr 2020
buried beneath the surface, something ugly to arise
     a demon yelling ******* at the someone they despise
this demon and this person, they share a pair of eyes
           if they look down all the see is, skinny mirrored thighs

all too soon i feel like, anger will arise,
      thrice the average wingspan, a vulture takes the skies
this vulture has no allies, he bites as a reply,
         all he feels is panic, steals my face for a disguise,


          a dog somewhere is barking, teeth dripping as he cries
      the growl he hears inside him, he cannot recognize,
  halfway catatonic, halfway energized,
his breathing has no breath in it, now he´s paralyzed

those blackened hands are shaking, those blackened hands are mine
          he claws away for hours, the sands are grains of time
   each second on the fingers dissolve to the sublime
    the blackened hands are shaking, the blackened hands resign



over and over a cycle, eight hours turn to nine,
         i walk and talk in loops i met the devil, ***** got me to sign
  might get to spit in his face and slavery decline
           no god and **** all master, i attempt to kick the vice

     for every moment i cling stuck, i see fufilled a certain price
to visualize and execute, no ****** rolls no dice
         no way this dog can claim back no otiose spent nights
              claiming the ones to come however many materialize


  old habits are a **** to ****, unified and interwined
       a tangle to get out of, gets hard to breathe or try
      i walk and talk in circles, i dont want to go outside
              watch time burn up ignited, too fast to say goodbye

       so shameful i regret it, unavoidable to cry
    impossible to tell apart, dont try calling, wont reply
     a shard of glass refusing to drip, bleeding tear duct turning wry
i saw a demon in the rearview, now he eats my ******* eyes



over and over a cycle, eight hours turn to nine,
        talking in loops to the devil, ***** got me to sign
      i count the tips of fingers, they add up, more than five,
  each stinging with a shameful tint, all ringing sharp like knives


do you  know how fear behaves, do you know where that ***** hides
           risen from deep down center front, corrodes from the inside
      obscure greyness misty haze, the eye is the ***** of sight
            the tongue is for the tasting bits, the brain is made for flight
03.27.2020

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